Chapter 15, Page 2 'Sis'perception

As an adult I can see that I was kinda stupid as a teenager. My excuse is that my brain chemicals were out of whack (even more so than normal for a teen) and there was a general failure to communicate between myself and my little sisters. The age gap probably didn't help. So most of the strips involving Mary's little sisters come from what my little sisters have told me years after the fact. If I had known at the time that they pretended to snipe passing cars on their way to school I may have had a different opinion of them.

Chapter 14, Page 10 In stereo

And I got another one out! Woot!

Is it normal to be this freaked out about bugs and arachnids? Because I remember alternating between annoyed and amused by the whole thing. Not that I'd want one of the poisonous specimens crawling on me. That would be scary.

Chapter 14, Page 9 Scary spider

Sorry for the delay. Again. Life happened a lot. And then there was the heat wave that made drawing rather difficult. (The tablet gets very warm very quickly and my hands tend to stick to paper.) I think I'm starting to catch up on a lifetime of inadequate sleep, so maybe I'll be able to update more frequently.

No promises.

Chapter 14, Page 5 Never been cleaner

In many ways I'm not easily grossed out. I also don't particularly like cleaning. When I am grossed out, however, I either avoid that which grossed me out like the plague or clean it down to the microscopic level. The latter usually arises if I have to live in the same building as the gross thing. It's also why I rarely showered during my first go through college. And people say boys are gross...

Chapter 13, Page 9 A Song, Or Not

I have gotten through the entire song once. And that was only because my co-workers wanted to see if I would actually finish it. Otherwise I have always been stopped, abruptly and sometimes violently, before reaching the end of the first verse.

Also, so sorry for the lack of updates. I could give all sorts of reasons for the delay but you've probably heard it all before. T.T One more strip in this chapter and then I have to figure out something else!

Chapter 13, Page 6 Pre-performance problems

More delays. Really should do something about that. Maybe if I actually budgeted my time. Though considering what's happened in the past when I tried to maintain a daily schedule... *sigh*

Well, I rather hope this is an exaggeration of actual events. I don't think I ever caused this big a scene before a performance. Though I was rather vocal about my dislike for make-up. It feels... *wrong.* I don't like having stuff stuck to my face.

Chapter 13, Page 3 Dramatics Pay

Well, the once a week thing lasted for a little while, at least. Still getting used to my variable work schedule. But, hey, I have work. YES!

Also have a new project. Writing a biography of my paternal Grandpa. This should be interesting.

On to the comic at hand! Playing Nana isn't so bad. Really. There's a lot you can do with lines like "woof" and "ruff."

I'm just as glad I got the role of Wendy. I hate to think what crawling around on all fours would do to my knees. And back. And neck. Oh, my back.

And if any readers can't guess what the play is, I'm going to cry.

Chapter 13, Page 2 Stand out

Sorry this is late! I have a very good excuse.

I'm employed!! YAY! Don't expect me to jump up and down, though, because my feet are killing me. I need new shoes soooooo bad.

By the way, I really did do that. I think my little sister just about died.

Chapter 12, Page 1 Warm Bed

Dang it. I actually know what I'm going to be doing now and my pen dies on me. I just barely got this episode inked. So I gotta buy a new .3 graphic pen before I can finish any more strips.

Other than that, life's pretty good.

Chapter 11, Page 19 To quote Tennyson

Neither I nor Mary have much patience for poetry, with the exception of Tennyson. Particularly his poem, Ulysses. It helps that it's a pretty straight forward poem, which almost sounds like an oxymoron.

In any case, this is mainly a little character sketch of Mary and Ruth. I still don't understand why Ruth would want to dress like a grandma on a regular basis.

Chapter 11, Page 12 Not at home

What I remember is blinking and seeing my sisters making the strangest faces at me. Apparently they'd been trying to get my attention for some time. Dreaming with my eyes open? Stranger things have happened.

Chapter 11, Page 3 Same old Mary

Teenager or not, Mary is still Mary. And her sisters still think she's nuts.

They're probably right. Mostly.

Chapter 8, Page 22 Sad movie

It doesn't really help to point out that it's just a story. Even with that knowledge firmly in place a good story will still affect Mary as if it were real. And she's easily affected by sad things. Rather annoying, actually. (To her as well as everyone around her.)

Note, next Monday the new chapter starts. Back to the old familiar layout.

Chapter 8, Page 21 Zoom!

Never would have guessed turtles could move like that. Of course, they aren't terribly maneuverable, but they aren't all that slow, either. At least that species. Red-eared slider, I think is the name.

Chapter 8, Page 18 Feeding time.

Honestly, would you be hungry?

Chapter 8, Page 11 -- Technical Pacifist

So much for a relaxing summer afternoon.

Chapter 8, Page 10 -- Spit Gatling gun, fire!

Told you it was dangerous.

Chapter 8, Page 9 -- Spit cannon, fire!

Do not attempt this at home! Really! It's dangerous. To you.

Chapter 8, Page 8 -- Turn about is...

Watermelons are not only taste, messy, and great for hot summer afternoons, but they also serve as a potential weapons source.

Chapter 8, Page 7 -- Sneak attack

The best laid plans of mice and men tend to turn out much better than Mary's.